I know of many people who feel that they are more creative after smoking weed, I however have never felt the same.
I write poetry and find that I am at my finest and my mind flows the most freely after 2 or 3 STRONG energy drinks, preferably NOS or SPIKE.
Energy drinks are MY high and heres an example of energy drink creativity:
It needs to be read to this instrumental starting at :09. It is a conversation between myself, God, and the devil. God is marked by ** the devil is *
everything else is me.
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my world was getting smokey as my girl was sayin hold me
if only she should see the way the weed was startin ta control me
i been totally out of this world outter space is where they told me
that they found me slowly comin down but man they dont even know me
so the clouds are where im livin lookin down tryin to envision
i was sick of all the bull# had ta spaceship out this bitch an
i been facin a resistance satan makin me propositions
like *sonny sell ya soul and i will take you to all the riches*
but wont i rot in hell that aint exactly what i had pictured
*quit ya bitchin i will make it worth ya while cuz they will listen
ta ya music it is true without me they would just stay clueless*
so im choosin riches now ta have you burn me i can do this
on my lonely its been cold but on this road i am the only
got these phonys on my back tryin ta pass but they slow we
know the only way ta pass is not ta crash so its unholy
to hold the devils hand and ask the man above to hold me
**i see ya commitment and if you listen i will guide you**
whyd you choose right now ta shine threw i been trying ta get you i knew
prayin was the way so i was doin it everyday
but i never got an answer man i was plannin ta run away
**from this mayhem that consumed you do you even know my way
or my plans for that matter it saddens me to have to say
that i cannot hold your hand you are a man and you must make
your own descions in this life your pen is powered threw all of the pain
and you may not see it now but i promise one day you will awake
and take everything you been threw as a blessin because it has made
a boy into a man so please dont think about it again
sellin you soul to the devil that is because it will offended
me it was a gift if you dont want it i can send
someone to replace you take you quicker than you came in**
that wont be necessary everyday i count my blessins
i may not live how you expected but im learnin from your lessons
i been steppin in directions forward more than i had ever
and im never turnin back the past is burnin in my rear view mirror